It was cold on the river this morning, and foggy. Rusty and his crew (of two) from Simmesport were out there at 7:00 am, all wearing slicker suits of various mix and don’t-match pieces. Anything to keep the wind off of you. The temperature was 38 degrees. Sure glad I don’t have to do that, sure wish I did. Funny, hunh? One memory of how cold your hands get, especially with the wind blowing, is enough to make me not wish too hard for a return to the good old days. Still, the discomfort seems to be the first memory to fade, leaving the good times to keep you company. Self deception or self protection or just plain denial, I’m not sure which. The picture is actually Rusty’s boat in the fog this morning. Click on the picture to get a better look. They were picking up their nets and taking them away to someplace else. I don’t know where.
One of the early signs of spring is the onset of dewberry blooms. I still can’t believe we won’t get a hard freeze before spring comes. Both of my mulberry trees are in full bloom already, and they got fooled like this last year. We got almost no mulberries because of a late freeze. I hear that people are planting tomato seeds, so the fever has started – the can’t-keep-my-hands-out-of-the-dirt fever. Good for them. Maybe I can trade some catfish for some homegrown tomato plants this year.
The river is at 7.0 this morning on the Butte La Rose gauge. It is still falling, to 5.0 in the next four days. Now I have to shovel off all the sediment that covers the parts of the dock that were covered by the little rise we had. The Mississippi and Ohio are rising minimally, no drama there.
Rise and shine, Jim